My Day at Court

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I could hear the whistling of the wind as it raced in wisps.
There it stood with its doors wide open, shrouded by a mist of smoke created by several, smoking their last cigarettes in preparation for the events which lay ahead of them.
We entered, the solicitor and I. Paisley Sheriff Court.
I glanced at my watch. Twenty past ten. My eyes darted around the open space. I’d never felt so intimidated by a room before, by a shiny floor that glared up at me, by heels that clicked in an orderly fashion, by black cloaks that engulfed their temporary owners and dragged them into the persona of death eaters.
I have never been in a court before. In fact, the closest I have ever come to the experience is by watching the American romcom ‘Legally Blonde’. Nevertheless, I’ve always been fascinated in unravelling the methods of fighting for justice, and I was in the prime position to find out.
We headed for Court 9 and I was told to wait outside. My feet shifted uneasily beneath me. A set of double doors stared back at me in an intense locking of eyes. Suddenly, they swung open.
“Jenna if you’d like to go through here...”
I nodded, a smile stretching across my lips. I paced past her into court.
Chairs sat, blue with fuzzy cushions and plastic backs. At the front, protected by a brief barrier, was a congregation of black gowns. The sheriff’s position was risen above the rest at a wooden bench. A large desk designed to endure collaborative discussions stood below, surrounded by half a dozen chairs, where the black gowns perched.
I turned to observe the young lady striding through the doors in high black heels. Her carefully manicured hands held several files. Another black gown, swamping her neat skirt beneath. Obviously, she was a solicitor rep...

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...der the spotlight. I shift left, uncomfortable at such a thought. It was as if somebody had suddenly fuelled my train of thought and a pang of empathy rang through me as I considered the very situation in which everybody in this vast building was thrust under. The situation of the tall girl with the striding steps and perfect posture. The situation of the boy with the audacious demeanour.
My perception of the world has now shifted as I acknowledge the blazing spotlight every individual being on this earth is thrown beneath, every single day. And there’s been an abdication! That congregation of black gowns can be deemed no better than the four youths I witnessed.
“So, how was that? A sufficient ending for your work experience?”
I nodded, and the solicitor I had been shadowing for the past week and I strolled back to her car, discussing the antics of everyday court.

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